Thoughtful; QMi
Title: Thoughtful
Pairing: QMi
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Notes: PWP, window-sex, blatant indulgence in my own kinks. Typing this entirely on my iPod D: Please let me know of any typos/grammar mistakes
Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi's shoulders tighter, his fingers curling in the soft leather of his jacket, when the elder began lapping at the curves and dips of his neck. "Zh-Zhou Mi. . ." he gasped when teeth made contact with his pulse. Zhou mi answered with a hum, his lips curving against Kyuhyun's skin in a smirk. "Not he-here. S-someone could s-se--aah!"
Kyuhyun trailed off in a moan, Zhou Mi cutting off his sentence with a roll of his hips, rubbing their clothed erections together. " But Kui Xian, it's been so long." He spoke against Kyuhun's cheekbone and pressed a seemingly innocent kiss there before turning the pale singer around, pushing him forward gently. "I'm sure they'd understand if they knew. Now," Zhou Mi kept guiding Kyuhyun until they were directly in front of the picture window that stretch from floor to ceiling to wall to wall in the dance studio. "Now, you stand here," he directed, pushing against him from behind, pressing Kyuhyun's hot body against the cold glass.
"But-- the people--Zhou Mi!" Kyuhyun protested, trying to push back and dislodge the elder. Instead, his wriggling only served to create hot friction, driving Zhou Mi to push back harder, grinding on Kyuhyun's ass. The singer answered with a moan and melted between the Chinese man and the window.
"From the 35th floor, Kui Xian?" Zhou Mi admonished. "They would have to be looking to see. But, Kui Xian," he dropped his mouth to Kyuhyun's ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. "But, Kui Xian, isn't it exciting to know that there's still a chance someone could look up from the street and see us when I'm pounding into you, your dick hard and leaking?"
A loud moan tore from Kyuhyun's throat, his imagination having no trouble supplying the images for Zhou Mi's narration. He rocked back into the other, the difference in temperature of Zhou Mi's heated, denim-clad erection and the slightly frosted window making his head spin. Zhou Mi slipped a hand down the front of his grey sweatpants, not failing to notice Kyuhyun's decision to bypass underwear this morning, just as Kyuhyun opened his mouth to attempt speaking, causing nothing more than an indignified squeak to come out. Long fingers curled around his cock and Kyuhyun mewled, vocal as only Zhou Mi could make him. He was preoccupied by the warm strokes that he didn't notice Zhou Mi's other hand tugging down his sweats swiftly, leaving them pooled at his ankles.
The air came in a cold rush, causing Kyuhyun to cry out. The warm hand never left as Zhou Mi struggled to get his own zipper down with one hand. He finally tackled the zipper and wrestled his pants half-way down his thighs, pausing to palm himself through dampened boxer-briefs. Kyuhyun's high whine brought him back and he realized he had stopped stroking the singer to stroke himself. "Kui Xian, spread your legs for gege, and wait here." Zhou Mi spoke as though he were dealing with a child, but his voice was low and sent chills up Kyuhyun's spine.
Kyuhyun obeyed and parted his legs, leaning forward slightly, presenting himself shamelessly. Zhou Mi was taken by his eagerness, having expected some of the defensive snark he usually gets. Looking at his face, he noticed Kyuhyun watching the crowds on the street below, his bottom lip between his teeth. Maybe Kyuhyun was a closet exhibitionist, Zhou Mi figured. His cock twitched lightly at the sudden image of fucking Kyuhyun in an alley by a busy street, barely concealed by the shadows; he guessed he was an exhibitionist himself, too. He tore himself away from Kyuhyun and made his way to the messenger bag he'd brought and left beside the door. After finding the lube and a condom he stood back up only to see the younger man still at the window, legs even further apart than earlier to accommodate the hand shoved between them, two fingers knuckle deep in his ass, the white t-shirt he was wearing hitched up above his hips to reveal his back shimmering in sweat.
Zhou Mi stood back a little longer to watch the show as Kyuhyun scissored his fingers, stretching himself. His mouth went dry when the fingers slipped deeper, soon followed by long, breathy moan from the Korean when he hit his prostrate sharply and unexpectedly. Zhou Mi took long strides to reach Kyuhyun as quickly as possible without flat-out running, and tugged the other's fingers free once he got there.
Kyuhyun protested with a whine and tried to push them back in, his hole visibly clenching at the loss, but Zhou Mi grabbed his wrist with his empty hand. "You wouldn't want to spoil everything, would you, Kui Xian?" The taller man ripped open the condom with his teeth, clumsily rolling it on one-handedly after tugging his underwear down. "Wouldn't you much rather come from being so full on my cock that you feel like you just can't take anymore but knowing you will when I give it to you?" Zhou Mi spoke with his mouth against his jaw and Kyuhyun's face showed a mixture of irritation and so much pleasure it hurt.
"Zhou Mi, please!" He twisted his head and caught Zhou Mi's mouth in a sloppy kiss, tongues rubbing and teeth clashing. "I can't take it anymore," he whined. Then, in Chinese, "I need you in me, gege!"
Zhou Mi didn't have to be told twice and pushed in Kyuhyun immediately, tossing the unused lube and condom wrapper on the floor. Kyuhyun cried out loudly at the sudden stretch, hissing through his teeth until the burn subsided while Zhou Mi managed to hold still and wait. Once he had adjusted, the younger man nodded slightly and Zhou Mi quickly pulled back and slammed back in, earning himself a brazen moan. A few more rough thrusts and he found a fast rhythm, Kyuhyun eventually answering with a backward roll of his hips, allowing Zhou Mi to slide even deeper into the tight heat.
With a groan, Zhou Mi jerked Kyuhyun's hips back as he took a step back as well, putting the singer at more of angle, changing the direction of Zhou Mi's thrusts. A hard trust in the position hit Kyuhyun's prostrate full force and Kyuhyun fairly screamed, clenching around Zhou Mi as he cried his name. "M-Mi, the-there!!"
Zhou Mi could feel his end coming up, so he reached around to stroke Kyuhyun as he gave a fee more hard and fast thrusts to the bundle of nerves deep in the singer. "Kui Xian, I'm getting close," Zhou Mi whispered in the younger's ear, his voice deep and strained, a little rougher than his usual honey-smooth vocals. "Come on and come for me, Kui Xian~"
"Zh-Zhou--!" Kyuhyun's voice failed him mid-call as Zhou Mi twisted his wrist just so, running his thumb over the leaking tip of his cock. He felt the elder grip his chin and tilt his head, presumably toward the window, but he had his eyes squeezed shut and couldn't tell up from down at the moment.
"Kyuhyun." The sound of his Korean name on Zhou Mi's tongue, awkward and accented and sexy as hell, made Kyuhyun gasp and open his eyes. "I want you to look at all those people down there. Imagine if one of them looked up and saw you like this." Zhou Mi could feel how Kyuhyun tightened around him, his tense muscles a sure sign he was close. He grudgingly pulled out, ignoring the protesting mewling coming from the other, and straightened Kyuhyun up, pressing him tight against the cold window. Grabbing one of his thighs to hold it out, Zhou Mi rammed back at an angle he hoped was accurate.
He assumed he had been spot on when a long, ragged moan broke the slight silence as Kyuhyun came all over the glass and his stomach, his cock sandwiched between them. Zhou Mi manage a fee more sloppy thrusts as Kyuhyun's hole clenched sporadically around him before he came as well, a string of Chinese curses on his tongue as he filled the rubber.
He pulled out of Kyuhyun after he caught his breath, just barely catching the younger male when his knees gave out. He pulled off Kyuhyun's shirt and used it to clean the singer's front as well as the window to the best of his ability. Kyuhyun sluggishly pulled his sweats up and lied down on the floor, breathing slowly in his sated state. He closed his eyes as Zhou Mi milled around slowly, not even bothering to pay attention as a fresh shirt was slipped over his head.
"Wait, why did you bring extra clothes?" Kyuhyun looked down and recognized the top as one of his StarCraft shirts he'd bought at a convention in high school. "My clothes, even."
"Well I didn't think you'd want to practice in a cum-stained shirt. I was only being thoughtful," the elder sniffed. Kyuhyun shot him a look of disbelief.
"Thoughtful? You obviously tracked me down to the studio with express plans to fuck me! That's perverted, Mi, not thoughtful."
Zhou Mi just shrugged and finished buttoning his jeans, picking up the condom he had pulled off and tied closed earlier. "Tomato, tomato," he said in poor English as he headed out the door.
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